So it starts
With a star explosion
Giving light to billions
Giving life in the form of minions
The architects with blood of Prometheus
Crafters of stars and protectors of the origin of light
All things are already learned
They just learn them again for cosmic kicks
Learning that they are their own creation
For that moment of salvation
Sun born galaxies rise and are left in their wake
Leaving the sparks of their imagination to light the night sky
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Limits are set
But are not real
We believe what we perceive
Boundaries placed by what we can see
The Galaxies surround us unseen
Eyes closed by the infinity of space
They do not see, there is no limit
Above the horizon of their night sky
Where dreams are formed
And new realities born
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Who am I?
What is this?
Do I belong?
Have I longing?
Who ignited so many stars?
And why do I see only a glimpse of their life span?
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What we are
They once were
Lost to be found
With only questions
Hold them still without answer
Invite light not words, ignite stars not wars
Some questions serve better unanswered
But not forgotten
Left in the presence of being
With their own destiny to fulfill
– Bob Burke
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A space odyssey of Promethean depth and knowledge.